Picnic Philosopher

By Kevin RidgewayQuailBellMagazine.com

He emits an endless stream of unedited thoughts, his voice poring over the histories of his life, while dipping a stale chip in a dollop of braunschweiger to match the spice of speech he reaches a crescendo of his mood’s maladies screaming at the autumn sun and racing across the hissing grasses with these circular thoughts, grabbing a pinch of olives and spitting the pits out in a machine gun rat-a-tat to match the words that flow so easily and recklessly from his brilliant yet fatigued mind for all to ponder for so many seasons after